Dance
Dance
If I got one little itch
I can't sleep
The ghosts
Centuries beneath my feet
No power of the day
Back in shadows
Thick white halos
Whats to come back to once we're gone
A moment in chance
Hats off
That chance to change
The miracle we breathe
Brave
Stagnant
silenced
A minds ambition
Lust shoved into sanctuary
of those who have stopped living
Of disillusion
Of disbelief
Hooked on a sway
A sway as soft as the snow
The toll to creation
A cancer's delight Hate
Glory of the dream love
Merely to dance and sing
Merrily
The music shows it's passion
dedication
To die on the last note
The mind to die
Vacates a place Ready for a new beginning a different band
A new song
A new life
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2024
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